Rose and Captain Jack, meanwhile, are drinking champagne on top of the spaceship when she finally stands: "You know, it's getting a bit late. I should really be getting back." Captain Jack protests that they're discussing business, and she smiles: "This isn't business. This is champagne." He stands, too, and approaches her: "I try never to discuss business with a clear head." After a beat, he asks directly if she's authorized to negotiate: "I have something for the Time Agency -- something they'd like to buy. Are you empowered to make payment?" She says that she'll need to talk to her Companion: "I should really be getting back to him." Captain Jack gets jealous, and Rose laughs: "Do you have the time?" Without even pausing, he flicks another switch, and Big Ben lights up behind them. That's hot. She mutters to herself, "That was flash -- that was on the flash side."

Captain Jack moves in and puts his hands on her waist. "When you say 'Companion,' just how disappointed should I be?" She points out once more that they're standing in midair on a spaceship during a German air raid, and wonders if now's really the best time for him to be hitting on her. Two things: this is Captain Jack we're talking about -- it's always dinner time. And secondly, yes. For the same reason you don't accuse the Lloyds of being black marketers when you're eating at their table. Rose's voice falters, and Captain Jack kisses her hand: "Perhaps not." He walks away, and she gets defensive that it was just a suggestion. Check. He flicks on Glenn Miller, "Moonlight Serenade," and they begin to slow-dance: "It's 1941. The height of the London Blitz. The height of the German bombing campaign. And something else has fallen on London: a fully equipped Chula warship. The last one in existence. Armed to the teeth." Rose's eyelids flutter, her head on Captain Jack's shoulder. He draws back and looks into her eyes: "And I know where it is. Because I parked it." She laughs and he says that he can get it for her, if the Agency names the right price: "But in two hours, a German bomb is gonna fall on it and destroy it forever." His tone gets more serious: "That's the deadline. That's the deal. And now, shall we discuss payment?" Rose is gone: "Do you know what I fink? I fink you were talking just there..." He says again that, in two hours, the bomb will fall: "There'll be nothing left but dust and a crater...Are you listening to any of this?" She gets it together: "You used to be a Time Agent; now you're some kind of freelancer." He is very suave, pulling her to him: "Well, that's a little harsh. I like to think of myself as a criminal." Also hot. She laughs: "I bet you do!" Captain Jack asks again if it's her Companion that handles business, and she says she delegates, and I think somewhere in here Captain Jack figures out...not that she's just a dumb girl, because she's not just a dumb girl, and last week notwithstanding I would actually trust Rose with negotiations on a Chula warship easy, whatever that is, but he figures out something. Something's not on the up-and-up. He says, "Well, maybe we should go find him." How? "Easy. I'll do a scan for alien tech." Ding! He starts scanning around, and Rose -- practically fanning herself -- mumbles, "Finally, a professional."